Title: Why Me?

Summary: "Do you need me to teach you again?" "No." "No, what?" "No, sir"

Author: Rose Raven Riddle

Disclaimer: Rayne is my creation, Torchwood isn't. If only. –sigh–

A/N: I started writing this, but had no clue where to take it, so I finished it and well, here it is. My friend, gone4good22, helped me decide who to put as the main character. I realize it may not totally fit his character, but think of it as AU. Read, Enjoy, Review!

She shuddered, the cold running through her body, penetrating her bones. The light was barely entering through the window. No matter how hard she tried, the cuff on her wrist would not budge; the chain pulled her back to the wall. The marks on her wrist proved the struggle.

She had been in this hell hole for an unknown amount of time, losing count of the days as the night and the day blended together. The little light helped illuminate worn marks in the floor where she had paced, trying to think of a way to escape.

Rayne was tired, every attempt resulted in her being beaten, whipped until she could not even cry. At this point, she felt that shedding a tear would end with punishment. She could just imagine the force of the whip as it collided with her back, the beater's hatred put into causing her pain.

She heard the lock click and the doorknob turn, shrinking back into the corner; she awaited the appearance of the guest.

"Have you learned your lesson?" She could just see his sneer make its way onto his face, "Or do you need me to teach you again."

Clenching her teeth, she shook her head, no.

"Forgotten how to speak have we? tsk tsk, Rayne, I expected better from you."

His fingers ran along her arms, along the scars, up her neck and face, resting on her cheek. He pulled his hand back and quickly brought it back to her face, with more force, knocking her to the ground. He pulled her back to kneeling position by her hair.

"Now, answer properly. Do you need me to teach you again?"

"No."

The grasp on her hair tightened, "No, what?"

"No, Mr. Hart, sir."

He let her go, causing her to fall back. A tear escaped from the corner of her. She looked at him as he turned around, to leave.

"Why?" She hadn't meant to say anything out loud, but she couldn't stop it.

He turned around to look at her again, the anger evident in his eyes, "Why what?" he hissed.

"Why me? Why is it that out of everyone from the team, you chose me to torture. What is it about me that makes you hate me?" Her voice was beginning to rise, why couldn't she stop, "If you hate me enough to keep me here, away from my friends, then just kill me already! Save your time and mine, and just fucking kill me!" She was out of breath, panting, she slid down against the cement behind her.

There was silence for several moments after her outburst, only the sound of their breath filling the air.

He started walking towards her, pulled her up by her arm and slammed her against the wall. He slammed his lips against hers, releasing every ounce of anger, pain, and passion that was pent up between them.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, "That's why."